Oh, I love you, too, so very, very much. Are you all right? Do you need anything? Money?... You know your father didn't mean what he said about not gi...ing you a dime. He wants to help you, support you in any way... He loves you, too... I'll tell him, but I think you should tell him yourself... When will we see you again?... Try real hard for Christmas, Sandy. Spend some time with us during the holidays if you can."Mom laughed, actually laughed, the first sign of joy I'd seen in her since Sandy. ” “Why does it matter?” she says, crossing her arms. “You know exactly why,” I cap the orange juice and put it back in the fridge. “Do I, now?” “Yes- You do.” I say firmly “You may be a moral person, Cara,” She says, “But I’m not…” She walks up to me and leans in closely. “The one who’s ashamed” I frown at her. “I’m not ashamed,” I push her back a little. “It’s just…” “It’s just what?” she leans in again and grabs my hands so that I can’t push her back again. “You don’t want Mason to know. I heard the throaty desire in her voice.“I bet you just want to fuck me.” I wiggled my rump. “Just do it. Drive that futa-cock into me. It'll be so great.”“Yes! Out of the way!”The two MILF's let me go moments before Chloe pounced on me. Her left hand planted on my lower back, pinning me in place. Her cock smacked into my rump. She spanked me with it a few times, the fleshy shaft drumming from my right cheek to my left. The pain swept through me, but I didn't mind. I was getting so turned on. After softly placing her hands on her breasts, the nipples protruding between her fingers, soft moans came from her mouth. Her right hand ran under her breast and down her side, heading back towards her legs, sliding around the rump of her bottom as she turned on her side. Listening to her moaning, the workman didn't want to be watching her anymore; he wanted to be in there with her, making her moan and feeling her body in his hands. But he knew that couldn't happen. Penny's hand felt her.